Stories from a Californian who finds herself loving life in Virginia while attempting to mind her own business, a surprisingly difficult task.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

When you move out

As the second child of five in a four bedroom house, I knew that my bedroom was spoken for before I even left for college by a younger sibling. I knew that when she left that the purpose of my room would be transformed perhaps to a scrap booking room or a guest bedroom, but I always thought of the space as my room. I never imagined the space where I carefully set up my Fischer-Price farm and spent hours devouring books would be transfigured into a bathroom.

However, it's an incredibly beautiful bathroom, so I guess it's an acceptable change. I just hope that every time my parents brush their teeth, they'll remember that they are standing in the spot where I kept my favorite things, where I tried (and failed) to dye my hair with kool-aide and where I carefully gave Andrea a hair cut with pocket knife scissors. ;)

You almost made me cry! I was feeling so sad that I destroyed your happy childhood memories - until you FINALLY confessed after all these years to cutting Andrea's hair! Ha! Ok, we will think of you while we brush our teeth and think about you as a little preschooler, climbing high on top of the closet shelf taking your nap - where I couldn't find you! But there you were with your favorite blanket way up high, sound asleep!